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feat. 12 O'Clock Homepagedesign Solingen [Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Chitty chitty bang bang, bang, bang Chitty chitty..
[Chorus 2X: Prodigal Sunn] I make you jump jump, bang this shit High or low, out your trunk-trunk Spit that raw, give 'em Folienbeschriftung Bonn Give 'em, give 'em, what they want Pumpin' and thumpin' and dumpin' It's a manhunt, yo, it's a manhunt
[Prodigal Sunn] Yeah, we get it crunk like Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz Them Brooklyn boys, G-O-D-Z, up in Tonka toys Thirty mil' team, hand gleem, filled chips a'hoy XP Bildschirmschoner Self employed, get it from Evon and Peter Roy Lumbers and heaters, jumpin' out the Z2 seaters Rockin' Louie with them Gucci sneakers, live in Cheetah's Don't get it twisted, stay lifted, keep the metal biscuit The grand wizard chameleon lizard, New York Blizzard Live as can be, live on stage in Tennessee Makin' that legal tender, seein' our dough, drink the Hennessey Son, you fake, you not a friend of me, not even a can-it-be Hochzeitsfeier Köln You about to catch a John F. Kennedy Then I escape through the assembly, ghost from the vecinity Vacant my suite, flash bring scenery Typical moves for you pitiful dudes Cupcakes and corn flakes, it ain't no love without hate
[Chorus 2X] basteln kindergeburtstag [Prodigal Sunn] A thoroughbred since a young shorty, guzzlin' '40's The forty-five on the right side, ready to ride Do or die, Bedstuy, where heads fly, you don't ask why Do the knowledge, add it up and apply Some last words from my dying uncle, stay focused, get that cash Stay on the lookout, for triggers in masks Move smart, blend with the dark, roll with men of heart Netzwerk Inventarisierung And every beast, shall play they part, young God Mmmm.... meditated, for a minute, high set it off The green splendid, knew what he was sayin', knew he really meant it Survive on the street, you liable meat Be a grown man, son, stand on your own two feet It's real, from the gun to the grain, hustle my name Too many stress and high, coming in son; I already came Muscle the game, stay clear, of them lames and dames 1. Bundesliga Tabelle Split hits campaign, like Rick James on cocaine
[Chorus 2X]
[12 O'Clock] I do it to the death, dudes don't know It be the nine or the tech, get the bread then we step Got the handle like A.I., with his left kein stuss Young police thinkin' they Elliott Ness Til they get popped in they chest Throw the burner to ya neck, dude, dare you to flex See you girly ass dudes, I lift up your dress Got that criminal mind, like I'm Luther, the Lex Want my CREAM lookin' long, when you writin' them checks Be a rebel to the game like Inspectah Deck 12 O'Clock, starts today, do ends in the morn' When my bust in hers, see a star was born Brooklyn, Brooklyn, dudes that's where I'm from Get a nasty ass chick, like to swallow my gum C-walking down my block, not knowing nobody, that's crazy Even if your gun got bodies Got a man with a pitbull, one eye, call him Shock!
[Hook: Prodigal Sunn] We got bangers that gon' feel this, the gritty grindz We got hangers that gon' love this, gritty grindz I'm in the hood, baby, all the time, gritty grindz Get yours, cuz I'mma get mine, the gritty grindz
